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I’ve never done this before, because I haven’t trusted anyone not to use this against me in the future. I’ve also never felt like showing this part of me to anyone.
A scary thought spreads through the confines of my brain. Does that mean I trust Kingsley?
Before I can find an answer to that question, my doorbell rings.
I jump, pulling my attention from the text that Kingsley read but didn’t answer.
Goddamn him. If he didn’t fall for that, then I’ll really have to beg. Maybe I should ask one of the guards Mateo provided for me to drive me to Kingsley’s house so I can smack him upside the head.
Closing my robe, I sigh, fighting the bitter taste of humiliation, and practically drag my feet to open the door. It’s probably the guard who’s at the door. They usually get me my packages after they check them.
When I swing the door open, however, it’s not a solemn-faced guard that appears on my doorstep.
It’s Kingsley himself, dressed in a black suit—the only color he wears—and exhibiting the expression of a dark underworld lord.
My heart flutters with the ferocity of a trapped bird that’s escaping its cage.
Goddamn it. I shouldn’t be this happy to see him.
And yet, I can’t help the surprised joy in my voice. “What are you doing here?”
He grabs me by the chin and basically shoves me backward, barging into my apartment as if he owns the place.
“You didn’t expect me to stay away after sending me that picture, did you?” He kicks the door shut behind him, his eyes shining with dark desire.
“I don’t know, maybe I did.” My mouth is dry with how much I need his lips on mine.
So when he lifts my leg up his thigh, I climb up his body, wrapping my arms around his neck and my thighs trap his lean waist in a stronghold.
“What else did you expect, my little whore?” He kneads my ass and I moan as his handprints and bite marks throb in remembrance of last night.
“Don’t call me a whore if you’re just going to tease me.”
“You’re the only cocktease in this equation, sweetheart.” He slams my back against the wall, holds me with one hand under my ass, and opens my robe with the other.
I’ve always loved the way Kingsley handles me with pure command and no chances of me fighting his dominant control. I feel like I can finally let go and not be scared that he’ll drop me to the ground.
“This is the culprit you chose for the night.” He bites almost the entirety of my breast into his mouth and I moan, pulling at his hair with the same violence.
Then I rid him of his jacket, throwing it somewhere beside us as he devours my nipples.
I try to unbutton his shirt, because he’s way too overdressed, but the fact that I’m hanging on the edge of an orgasm doesn’t help.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” I say, fingers scratching on his skin.
“Maybe I wasn’t.”
“And yet, you were around here even before I texted you.”
“I planned to drop off food or you would’ve gone to sleep without a proper meal in your stomach.” His lips trail from my bitten breasts to my neck and then to my mouth.
He thrusts his tongue inside, kissing me open-mouthed as he fusses with his belt.
“You taste like an alcoholic,” he whispers near my lips.
“Then stop kissing me,” I shoot back, feeling heat rising to my cheeks and shame trickling to my chest.
“Alcohol isn’t good for your health. Your liver will bail on you soon.”
